Читать книгу His Secret Duchess - Gayle Wilson - Страница 3

Nothing important remained that needed to be given voice.

Mary put her hand over Nick’s sleeve, the tips of her fingers still shaded with berry juice. The crested ring he wore was briefly touched with moonlight. Seeing the glint, he slipped it off his finger and onto her thumb.

“Take it to my father if…” The sentence trailed off, unfinished.

She nodded.

“I love you, Mary Winters,” he whispered. “I will always love you. Dearer to me than my own soul.”

Again she nodded.

He felt the small tightening of her fingers over his forearm as she leaned to place her lips against the roughness of his unshaven cheek.

“God keep you safe,” she whispered, a prayer, and stepped away, releasing him, freeing him to fulfill other vows, as compelling to his honor, she knew, as these they had made here together….